Those who had struck him once in the name of their
masters, are born again in the present times.
In pious garbs they gather in the prayer-halls.
“Kill, kill,” they shout to the soldiers.
The roar mingles in their hymns,
While the Son of Man in agony cries, “O Lord,
Fling, fling far away this cup filled with the bitterest of poisons”.
– Rabindranath Tagore

I think you’re right. I’m not very religious. I was raised Catholic and I have spent a lot of time in Christian churches, and I’ve gotten a lot out of both. Made me a lot of what I am. I think it’s just cool seeing the way this brings people together and the hope for change.

I usually don’t care for poetry but I always read your’s all the way through. I hunger to know what the next line will be. Are you bipolar or something? It feels like your fingers reach directly into your mind. As though your body and your thoughts – are one.
robin claire

I’m not bipolar (as far as I know). I do have ADD, which is very similar, so there’s a lot of impulsiveness to my writing. I think that’s what drove me to write in the first place. Thanks for reading, Robin. -Brice